1. |
Only Fourteen
02:52
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One down in my home town
they broke her jaw
one down in my home town
face down in the pond
And I don't mind the cat calling
or them motion towards their car
I don't mind them stalking me
when I am only fourteen
Hear the helicopters
searching for her body
don't wear that short skirt out
cause men can't control their bodies
And I don't mind the cat calling
or them motion towards their car
I don't mind them stalking me
when I am only fourteen
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2. |
Weakness on your Face
02:40
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I rolled down the window
and stuck out my head
to inhale the bugs
That was a low blow
I opened the door
and let myself roll out
Who'd want to let me in?
Im like the ugly cat
infested and matted
who rubs against your leg
and smells like I've shatted
There was a moment
you put your fist through the door
and I said something isn't right here
when you were sleeping I looked at your face
and said something isn't right here
He said, "I like the smell of books"
I said, "thats pretty common"
and when he kissed me
oh, it was weird and his breath was rotten
Who'd want to let me in?
I have my bad taste
Who'd want to let me in?
Weakness on your face
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3. |
Ugly
02:32
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Ugly is mind I wake up
Ugly ugly put on make up
Body is the hardest part
But ugly is solid as a rock
Ugly ugly on my lips
Ugly goes straight to your hips
Ugly is my crown and glory
But ugly makes you vain and whorey
Ugly is a friend in the morning
Ugly is a pal when I'm mourning
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4. |
Back at the House
02:50
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Back at the house
things were not the same
the nostalgia was heavy
and I heard you calling my name
trying to call through my sick sadness again
well I hurled you off and started corner in
Back at the house
things were not the same
hurl me over and curl me in again
heard someone asking me how I'd been
well when you let me down back at the house
I felt dead
This is the part when I meet myself again
and say, "hello old friend its nice to see you again"
"yes hello old friend its nice to see you again"
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I'm not fucking stupid
I'm not fucking stupid
Just cause I like pussy
Doesn't mean I want to fuck that girl you like
I'm not fucking stupid
I'm not fucking stupid
Just cause I like pussy
Doesn't mean you can convince me
I'd like to do something you want to see tonight
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6. |
Chico
02:50
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I saw the old kids and they weren't smiling
they were doing cocaine and not trying to hide it
at all
they were sitting around and being rude to each other
I was watching the old ghosts as they started to gather around
And we would jump right in the lake
where we saw our futures and they
started to bring us down
And this is where they labeled us
in adjectives and pronouns
And oh, where did my childhood go?
Well, I wasted it all on trying to impress
assholes, trying to be liked at all
Chicos gonna break me down oh lord
Chicos gonna break us down
Stay away from them boys with drugs
Stay away from them boys with drugs
drugs and alcohol
they wanna make you dumb
they wanna slow you down
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Persephone
02:16
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Asked me the question and I took my time
sometimes I love you but I've made my mind
was I a part of you mid life crisis?
Persephone help me girl, I'm not sure I like this
Here comes the young bride
We never thought we'd see the phoenix die
But, can she even hear Persephone blasting
turn your fucking back on compassion
Here lies are dog on the side of the road
hold me hold me but I want to be alone
the traumas left my body in fits
but Persephone leads me through the river of styx
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8. |
Your New Dumb Boyfriend
02:28
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Your drug addict boyfriend
he hits the floor he hits the wall
he hits the bed
you can't go through this again
Your hipster boyfriend
cloves and incense
did he mention to you twenty times
that he's a feminist?
you can't go through this again
What did he ever do
but make you worry about your body
worry about your mind
worry about yourself all the damn time
Your new dumb boyfriend
who's he got between the sheets
or in his head?
you can't go through this again
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9. |
The Death of an Image
02:49
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I feel I feel I feel like a morning star
I feel I feel I feel like a morning star
When bad things happen I hate myself
When bad things happen I hate myself
When bad things happen its hard
to take care of myself
And when it all comes crashing
I take a look around at my dirty things
and wonder what have I done to myself
The death of an image
The death of an image
I can't process it
I just miss my dad
I feel I feel I feel like a morning star
I feel I feel I feel like a morning star
When bad things happen I hate myself
When bad things happen I really just hate myself
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She Fetus Arcata, California
Music by Helen Anker
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